Reflections

November 4, 2020

Cities are often read as static grids of stone and glass, but they are truly defined by the friction of human movement....

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November 4, 2020

It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am sitting with the realization that we are all just...

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November 2, 2020

I often find myself leaning against the cool stone of a fountain in a square near the old harbor, watching the way...

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